Robert Devereux, had been called home to attend some parish business,
and there remained Emily and Lilias--tall graceful girls, with soft
hazel eyes, clear dark complexions, and a quantity of long brown
curls. The latter was busily completing a guard for the watch, which
Mr. Hawkesworth had presented to Reginald, a fine handsome boy of
eleven, who, with his elbows on the table, sat contemplating her
progress, and sometimes teasing his brother Maurice, who was
earnestly engaged in constructing a model with some cards, which he
had pilfered from the heap before Emily. She was putting her
sister's wedding cards into their shining envelopes, and directing
them in readiness for the post the next morning, while they were
sealed by a youth of the same age as Claude, a small slim figure,
with light complexion and hair, and dark gray eyes full of brightness
and vivacity.
He was standing, so as to be more on a level with the high candle,
and as Emily's writing was not quite so rapid as his sealing, he
amused himself in the intervals with burning his own fingers, by
twisting the wax into odd shapes.
'Why do you not seal up his eyes?' inquired Reginald, with an arch
glance towards his brother on the sofa.
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